It would rot your socks….

Any colour - so long as it's black. --Henry Ford

Well, it would rot your socks…no really…I have been stuffing around with a website. I got it to the way I wanted it and when I went to preview it there was a dark grey border on the right hand side which meant all info was shifted to the left and basically it looked bloody stupid. I emailed the support area of the particular company. They were as useful as the proverbial tits on a bull. "Try another template." Ah no, I want that one. "Well accept the grey border." Bollocks I would. "Well that's just how that template words." I checked all their other templates - or the ones I would accept - they were all the same - all crap. Because I had stuffed around with it for so long, I decided enough was enough and I requested cancellation. Isn’t it amazing how helpful people suddenly become when it comes down to dollars and cents? Nope, I said, stick your belated customer in your ear - just cancel the service. "But we want you to remain as a customer." You should have thought about that when I needed help. No one cancels apparently - ever. Nice - I am the first - makes we feel all warm and fuzzy and yes, I am getting my money back. Toy with me? I think not.


“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” -- Winston Churchill

There is a woman at work that just loathes me. I mean there is downright hatred on her eyes. She sneers, she glowers and I am worried that the wind change and she’ll stay that way for good. I think she’s want to intimidate me. That’s as likely to happen as the World Health Organization announcing that chocolate and ice cream should not be considered food staples and that everyone must immediately eat their quota a day to stop getting sick. I ain’t going to happen – the WHO or me being intimidated. I can’t see why she loathes me so…I am so incredibly sweet natured. She is almost wild with glee if she thinks I have done something wrong then pissed as hell when
she realizes I haven’t. I feel bad for her because it seems important to her that she proves me wrong. Weird, strange little woman. Though I guess if she is hating me than she is leaving some other bugger alone – maybe someone who would bow down to the dingbat. Have you ever struck someone who has despised you like that? I, naturally, go out of my way to be incredibly nice to her because I sense it drives her nuts and that gives me joy so all is not lost . I think maybe her problem is that for all my half arsed ways at work I get the job done and I am competent and having someone who is her equal - or let’s face it better than her - pisses her off. To me, work is just work and if you want to be queen of the office - go ahead honey - wear the crown. I don’t want it. Rest assured if I did, it would be mine.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish -- Anita Brookner

I got told today by someone I was 'selfish' because I would not do something they wanted me to do. I won’t go into what it was but to do what they requested would have compromised my principles. Hence the reason they called me selfish. I would not act as they required. Recently someone else called my 'selfish' via email. Actually they called me a bunch of things and I called them a bunch of things too – it was one of those cyber hair pulling emails. So there it is - it appears I am viewed as selfish. I'll accept that tag if it means I look after myself and what’s
important to me. I am the only protection I have and can rely on. Naturally I don’t want to see myself hurt and in danger. Doesn’t that make sense to you? It does to me. I find it funny that the minute you cannot help someone who expects you will or you have in the past, they call you selfish. What does that say about them if they are guided by getting what they want? Does that mean they are self interested - ipso facto selfish? Funny when the boot is on the other foot isn’t it? So yeah, call me selfish, call me whatever you damn well want…I'll still be me and I like me. The opinions of people who do not know me or I do not care for mean nothing to me. Why let them affect you? Do you let it? What do you get called? Or you thick skinned?

Take the selfishness quiz here if you are wondering if you are or aren’t.

“Don’t spit on my cupcake and tell me it’s frosting.”-- http://vegancupcakes.wordpress.com/category/cupcake-quotes/

Is it just me of have you noticed the world is going cupcake crazy? These little miniature cakes, with amazingly bright icing/frosting, that were once seen as all the best kids parties are now being bought and eaten by adults. What’s that about? Are we reverting back to our childhood when little cakes were a treat and that being child like we were safe and free and without responsibility? Or is someone – and I believe there is a Fad Guru out there – sitting back, laughing at how easily manipulated people are and somehow cashing on this latest phase? And why the hell do we get so caught up in phases anyway? Why do we need to be fashionable? Can’t we just be however we want? I don’t get it…I probably never will.

The pictures on the blog are about everyday men. I put the fantasy guys on yesterday but these men are the ones we see everyday, are friends with, are in love with or we laugh with. I think that beats six-pack abs any day.

www.freewebs.com/amarindajones/
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?

Headbanging...

Do you know what’s so good about smacking your head into the desk? It’s so good when you stop. I am in website changing mode…step back and no one gets hurt. Ring me at your own peril.

Yes, isn’t the blog red? I seem to be on a red fetish at the moment as the new website – which is almost done – I had to step away from it as I was losing my mind – is also red. I like red almost as much as I like black. I like bold colours. Anyway, there it is…I changed the blog even though I said I wouldn’t but I blame it all on cover artist Lyn Taylor for making me this excellent banner. I also must apologize to her as I have driven her spare in the last day with requests to do this or that. She’s either a very nice person or on drugs as she has been terribly patient with me. Lyn is in another state so I can’t hear if she screams when she gets another email from me.



So, I have been stuffing around with the new website. I would like to say I have taken so long because I am a perfectionist but that would be an absolute big fat lie. I just have simply been changing my mind constantly as to what I want to do. But then, I’m a woman and that’s allowed. Eventually it will be up and running. No, make that tomorrow it will be up and running. I am due to annoy the crap out of the web hosting guys and I expect drama when I publish the thing but hey – again, the pain stops when you stop beating your head.

So, due to the red blog, I’ve had to quickly go through and change previous post colours as I favour red quite a bit and red on red is rather pointless and I suspect would piss people off. Will it stay red forever? Who knows? That’s one of the riddle of the sands mysteries.

As I type this I have a frigging mosquito buzzing around me. Clearly it does not know it is winter. It’s been bloody cold today and yes, I am a wuss when it comes to the cold. Most Brisbanites are. We refuse to believe it will get cold in the sub tropics and then when it does we’re all amazed. Yes, we’re simple, yet amazing attractive folk.
As for the mozzie, I attract them in droves. I believe it’s my blue blood. I wrote a scene in Mad About Mirabelle about mozzies that many people have written to tell me they identified or liked.t

Mad About Mirabelle - it's another click and buy moment...

“Not every one is as sweet and nice as you.” Flynn nuzzled the side of her neck.
“Ah, I hear flattery. What do you want?” Mirabelle had a fairly good idea. That ever ready cock of Flynn’s had not completely gone down after all this time. It was flaring up again and pulsating against her stomach.
“What do you think I want Miss Mirabelle?” Flynn dropped his pants and kicked them aside.
“Out here?” Even as she said the words trying to sound appalled and failing miserably, Mirabelle was instantly wet just thinking about fucking Flynn outside in the moonlight. Who would be up at this hour anyway?
“It’s nice and dark and peaceful and that grass looks awfully soft.”
Before Mirabelle had a chance to protest further she felt Flynn’s leg hook hers and she was tumbling slowly to the ground with Flynn following her down. Just as well she hadn’t gotten around to fixing the lawn mower. The grass was thick and spongy. There was an upside to having a mangy looking lawn. It was beddable.
“There are a million mosquitoes out here.” She could hear their whining drone already as they started to zero in on the chunky white flesh on offer.
“The odd mozzie bite won’t kill you.” Flynn slid in between her thighs and started pulling her leggings down.
“Mozzies love my flesh.” She generally avoided wandering around her backyard in the dark as she was a beacon for the little suckers.
“I understand how those mozzies feel. I have a deep devotion to your flesh as well.” Flynn had the leggings down and her shirt off before she could say another word.
“You have fast hands limo man.” She looked up at the star filled sky. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. It was kind of romantic after all and she was already naked and very willing so…
“All the better to undress you with my dear.” Flynn ran his hands over the length of her body, stopping to rest on her breasts. The beauty of her pale skin in the moonlight made him suck in his breath in wonder. “You are so beautiful.” He kissed her deeply his tongue entwining with hers.
Mirabelle gave herself up to the moment. And there seemed to be quite a few of them with Flynn Curtis in her life. She was hot with desire and Flynn’s hard cock against her stomach promised a thrilling ride. Mirabelle pulled his head down to her breast and moaned as he sucked eagerly down on her nipple. Her legs lifted and locked instantly in their natural position around Flynn’s hips. Not even the drone of mozzies could turn her off.
“So I take it you’re not averse to a moonlight fuck?”
This man could pretty much fuck her anywhere, in whatever lighting and she would not complain. She just wanted him—pure and simple. Why fight it?

No, I am too pure to have sex under the stars. Yes, I have a bridge you can buy…it over looks Sydney Harbour. I will ask, because I can, where is the most interesting place you have made love or you would like to? Points will be awarded on inventiveness.

That’s it from me…a website beckons…

www.freewebs.com/amarindajones/ ….not for long…
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self